#sorry ice powers yknow

[skyward-floored]

Me watching Frozen: *thinking about IAU Warriors the entire time*

[slexenskee]

Would quirks like Stain's work on Satoru? The thought just popped into my head and it won't leave. Like how does it even work yknow?? Is there a range, is there a limit on how old the blood can be or can stain just. eat a blood clot and it would still paralyze the target? Sorry I got a bit off topic but like quirks. How.

Basically, are there any quirks that can get past his Infinity? And how do quirks work in this verse?

Short answer: yes it would work in theory but in practice probably not. And no, there are no quirks that can get past Infinity. At least not in a conventional way.

Ok I'm not a huge MHA expert but my understanding of quirks is that they're powered by "Plus Alpha Energy", which is basically an amalgamation of physical and genetic traits that make up a person's quirk. I treat it identical to Chakra in Naruto, or Cursed Energy in Jujutsu Kaisen - meaning its like a secondary energy source separate from their physical energy. Kind of like how in video games you have your HP bar but you also usually have a secondary MP bar for spellcasting, and you can run out of Magic even though you still have full Health. But more like the above examples, because I believe in MHA its possible to die /severely injure yourself if you overuse your quirk, so they're not entirely exclusive systems.

According to the wiki there are 3 main types of quirks: transformation types, emitter types, and heteromorphic types. I don't believe they're mutually exclusive, bc someone like Hawks is sort of heteromorphic + emitter (since his feathers are telekinetic). But they all require the use of Plus Alpha Energy. Even for emitter types / telekinetic types, they're using Plus Alpha Energy to control those powers.

For the sake of my sanity, I am treating PAE (I'm going to start shortening it I'm sorry it's annoying to type) like any other energy wave - soundwaves, microwaves, visual light, radiowaves, etc., in that it still needs to move through physical space to get to its target, even if you can't see it. So just like any other energy wave, it can be blocked. I have to imagine this is canon, since quirk-blocking handcuffs exist. (?) Or maybe that's fanon idk. They exist in my story lol.

For the most part, PAE is really only used to interact with the world in a certain way. Examples:

Shouto's emitter PAE creates fire/ice across his skin, and he can push it out in various ways and create ice walls/fire blasts etc but they all have to start at his skin, which is why he can't just point at a building and light it on fire. Katsuki's Explosion is similar.

Eraserheads emitter PAE is in his eyeballs but reacts telekinetically, because he doesn't need to touch people to negate their quirk, just look at them. But PAE is still energy, even though his quirk is activated telekinetically it still needs to travel through reality

Blocking PAE, with handcuffs or Tartarus cells or other quirks like Erasure, stops the PAE from working and therefore stops the quirk. So even 'instantaneous', ranged telekinetic quirks like Erasure, or I imagine any amalgamation of mind control quirks, could theoreteically be stopped by anything that can block PAE. Because PAE is an energy wave, it's possibly for Infinity to block it.

In canon JJK we already see that Gojo can block soundwaves if/when he wants (fight scene with Jogo) - it's not unrealistic to assume he can block all various types of energy waves, radio, ultrasound, etc.

TL;DR: No Quirk can get past Infinity, because it's an energy wave and Infinity can block those.

However!

Infinity is not infallible, because Gojo is not a robot (or actually a god) and has human limitations. He almost always has it up in some capacity (as its canon that he can pick and choose what filters through, i.e., soundwaves and the visible light spectrum etc, can normally pass through) but he does pull the 'physical' barrier down for a lot of reasons.

I also headcanon that he's not as religious about keeping it up at all times as he was in JJK.

So for random examples:

Stain: Let's say he somehow acquires and ingests Gojo's blood. His PAE would then kick in and he would try to telekinetically stop Gojo's body. That PAE still has to travel through space to get to Gojo, and Gojo's Infinity expands the space between himself and the universe endlessly, so it would get stuck forever trying to make contact with Gojo and can never do it. So nope it wouldn't work. ❌

Toga: Again, through a very improbable but not impossible series of events she somehow gets Gojo's blood. Steals it from his regular doctor or something, whatever. She ingests it, and can turn into him/has access to his quirk. Idk if she'd have access to his Cursed Energy, because it's still unclear how much of Cursed Energy is Body vs. Soul. Technically, her quirk does work because it doesn't need to cross Infinity ✅

Naomasa/Makoto: This one was a tough one, definitely had to puzzle it out! I believe their quirks work on the response of the person, not by forcing their quirk onto others. So, Naomasa asks a question. This is just a normal soundwave, interacts like any other human voice. But then Gojo responds. It's his response that Naomasa's PAE interacts with, and since that response already traveled out of his Infinity barrier, Infinity is useless to stop a quirk like this. ✅

Ragdoll: Another one I had to ponder. This would depend on how Ragdoll's quirk works, which we don't know. In my story, I've decided it works by ingesting the PAE of the world around her, analyzing it, and putting that on a mental map. Because her PAE works by absorbing/reading the PAE of others, she's not pushing it out into the world around her in any way. It's Gojo who's pushing out his PAE, because Infinity is a one-way barrier (Gojo's cursed techniques/energy, his voice/soundwaves, and his kinetic/physical force all can pass the barrier). So Ragdoll's quirk would work on Gojo, because it doesn't need to try to pass his Infinity barrier. Gojo's PAE naturally leaves his barrier on its own. ✅

Eri: Her Rewind canonically doesn't need physical touch, if I'm not mistaken? I feel like i saw a panel somewhere where it's going haywire and affects everyone in her vicinity. Either way it's irrelevant, it still doesn't work on Infinity. It emits from her horn and is pushed out into the world around her either, by touch or possibly telekinetically, which means Infinity will stop the PAE before it reaches Gojo. And she wouldn't accidentally hurt Gojo either, even if he had Infinity down already because he's carrying her or whatever, because his Six Eyes would be able to see the surge of PAE in her horn before it manifests and react accordingly by pulling Infinity up. ❌

Shinsou: His quirk is basically him lacing his voice with PAE. Because its traveling through the air as both an energy wave and a sound wave, it gets stopped by Infinity. ❌

Basically, the rule of thumb for whether Gojo would be affected by someone's quirk is how their PAE interacts with the world. Any quirk that a user internalizes/doesn't push out of themselves will work on him, while anything that tries to force its way through his barrier will not.

Gojo >>> Quirk ✅

Gojo <<< Quirk ❌

[staggersz]

What elemental power would you think TBP characters control and why?

i twitch whenever i have to come up with powers .

BUT IM DOING IT ANYWAY HELLO BUT WITHOUT REASONS BECAUSE THAT WILL CAUSE MY BRAIN TO EXPLODE I AM SO SORRY

Robin gets telekinesis he is my silly (that may not even fuckin be elemental)

Finney gets electrokinesis now im getting somewhere

Vance gets powers with fire i dont make the rules except i DO

Griffin gets like powers having to do with flowers and nature okay, like Isabela from Encanto

Billy gets Aerokinesis “the wind is telling me something” lookin ass /j

Bruce gets geokinesis mf can control the earth around him 💯

Donna gives off like water power vibes yknow

Gwen seems like the type to be able to manipulate already existing energy

Amy is SUCHHH and ice powers girly like you cant tell me she wouldnt be

GONNA DIE NOW MY BRAIN HURTS SO BAD

[warriorend-2]

ok ok since i can't be stupid and gay all the time (<- college student)

putting this shit under a cut bc while it's mostly just me rambling it's. spoiler heavy. & also wound up being 1600 words. sorry

1: possibly the most glaring thing, which makes me doubt the Phantom being a lot of otherwise-possible candidates, is that they would have to be very good at infiltration

-I presume Roxana didn't put the medal in her computer herself, which means whoever did put it there had to get in after she left, get into the computer without waking up Robutler, modify it to put it there, & put everything back (mostly) the way it was & leave a combination. granted maybe they just gave the medal to Roxana to put in there, but like. why

-getting it into that spot in the mines wouldn't have been too hard i don't think, just. knowing where the mine is and then sneaking in during off-duty hours (...assuming those happen)

-tbh the one in blind spot is probably the easiest to place given that it's just behind a license plate, & cars do have to stop sometimes even if it's not often

-i'm. not sure how they got the medal into hot water though. i'm guessing they snuck it in among the materials? (the other option here is that Zor had a hand in getting it there, which opens up a whole other can of worms so i'm not gonna. think about that one too hard)

-the one in cold shoulder is also not too hard to see it getting there. i would laugh if they had to make a mold of that little compartment & then make a block of ice for it though.

-the one in kboom is where i'm like. OK this facility is presumably not super new but it's also not super old given its current purpose. it may have been repurposed but still. how did they get the medal where it is and then also tag the bucket. the volcano doesn't look like it's horribly far away from shore (in the ending credits) but (also i'm aware the medal shouldn't even be able to be where it is but. yknow.)

and odds are that it doesn't matter that much, i'm just. they had a little safe set up in the control point already, they had access to the pneumatic tubes, etc. if the locations have any bearing and aren't just "here's somewhere to stick this puzzle that would be hard to figure out", then that implies some Shit about the phantom (& possibly also their allies. if they have any. if they do I highly doubt they're Agency-related.). given where the phantom gets to i am somewhat leaning towards the idea it may be V. Vitti (also the. insignia), given that we've seen the sort of places Agent Phoenix gets into (...seat of power) & so

2: Zor's goals feel a lot more on a personal bent this game, not just irt destroying the Agency but also. destroying the kinesium & anything that uses it. so whatever their reason, it seems to be a lot more personal (+ they actively Address the player more often, which could be Phoenix's infamy but also in the other games they were barely present, both in terms of voicelines & actual like. Story Push. they were a very passive supervillain in the other games, is what i'm saying)

which leads me up to like. we all know characters can lie, & in this series it's kinda expected, but. idk. i keep circling back to the shield generator. & the lava generators being accessible from Phoenix's cabin, but not the one Roxana was in. & Phoenix's cabin seemingly having all this shit that the others didn't have, & it could have been a tactical choice on Phoenix's part, but.

i mean. Zor does definitely say they want you dead, but they don't say it directly a whole lot (iirc they say "kill you and Prism" but otherwise they don't directly address the player in death threats, it's usually just. agents, plural. or "whatever end you meet" which is also a threat but is vague)

which just. why is Agent Phoenix still alive? Game design aside, of course. It wouldn't be much of a game if the villain kills you in the first level, after all.

But it feels, to me, like the weaknesses are far too glaring to be just missed over, especially in 3, because. if they want you dead that badly, why. why leave things so safe?

Hot Water is one i wind up on a lot, because you could chalk things up to being deathtraps, but Ollie knew about the gas and the grenade trap, & seemed completely unfazed by them (& kinda implied that's just How It Is for new folks), so they're not necessarily targeted, it's just standard practice. Putting aside the fact that even if they were intended to be deathtraps, they're so. Mild. to put it bluntly. Zor knows Phoenix by this point, knows the shit they've pulled & survived, a gas trap & a grenade in a vending machine feel very. yknow. that's like throwing a rock at the back of someone's head, comparatively

and then the KBOOM demo & the shield generator, both explicitly left for you to see. & it's a pretty 1-to-1 comparison for how the actual KBOOM mission goes, except for the telekinesis save at the end. the squid gets involved, but for the most part, considering it's a lab Zor loosely implies they were at, the security is very. lax. & everything is accessible to the "new hire", popsicle-ID necessity aside. (also apparently Ollie has been down there a while, given he doesn't seem to. know about the whole "world domination" thing. which is Eerie because if that's the case then how long exactly has the whole Kinesium thing been a plan?)

to me. & it has felt like this since the end of the second game. When Zor says they want you dead, there's a whole host of unstated conditions to that, which they would be good at given the whole CEO thing.

"I want you dead if you aren't good enough at your job to survive" sort of deal. which also lines in nicely with how they seem to be as an Actual Boss. of course, they never say the second part out loud, but. short of them just being Really Smart in a lot of cases (failsafe in Juniper's mask, leading Roxana along long enough to get her research & then trying to kill her, etc) but Really Dumb in others (leaving the shield generator, making the squid the only real danger to Phoenix down there, not having any failsafes to make sure the missiles launch at the end of 2 even if the briefcase is compromised (or just not using them), etc), it's like. the ways their plans get foiled at the end of 2 & 3 feels intentional.

plus you could make the argument that Roxana was also being used to lead Phoenix along until they were where Zor wanted them, at which point both of what they were using her for (Kinesium research, kite Phoenix around until they're in position, even if that second one wasn't in the deal) was done & they could get rid of her without feeling bad.

would stopping KBOOM have been possible without Roxana's help? Dunno. Not the way it's presented in-game, because in-game she was also instrumental to stopping it.

i'm also going to briefly play semantics for a second. i'm not sure i consider "even the great Agent Phoenix will eventually burn out" to be a threat because. that's what phoenixes do. They burn, and then they come back. Sometimes it takes a while, but. if i'm not just thinking about semantics Way Too Hard, the wording of "burn out" suggests something far different than "die". combining that with Zor talking about the Agency like That, & the Phantom (at least vaguely) implying prior experience with the Agency, & realizing that their involvement would cost them their life, makes me think. maybe "burn out" isn't a threat of death, but a threat of something about Phoenix changing soon. Maybe as a result of almost dying. "burn out" is also used for like. becoming exhausted, stopping trying, & maybe that too. who knows. i don't, i'm not on the dev team, i'm just some 21 year old chewing on semantics.

at the end of the day, my current standing on Theories is. hard to sum up but i will do my best. o7

-The phantom is probably one of a very small handful of candidates, & I'm leaning towards it being V. Vitti or maybe possibly Zor in a funny hat.

-Zor is trying to kill Phoenix, but not inescapably. maybe they're testing Phoenix, maybe they're just trying to almost-kill Phoenix enough times they get tired of the Agency and fuck off so Zor can do the whole "world domination" thing (which i am not. wholly convinced they actually are after.)

-summing those two up made me think of something else. perhaps the Phantom was also testing Phoenix in a roundabout way, by seeing if they could survive everything else, because they only show up in the third game. Their note opening with "it seems you're as good as they say" indicates they are at least familiar with Phoenix & their reputation, albeit maybe not directly (if it is Vitti, i doubt she would have access to Agency knowledge, but post-Rising Phoenix, once the rumors started getting out...)

-this is a silly theory i like to throw around in my head, but i'm very fond of it, so: the "death room" you go to after dying in a mission may not necessarily always indicate Actual Death. in some cases, yes, but in other cases. idk. i've always gotten more the vibe of having been captured as opposed to outright killed (although being able to respawn does throw a wrench in there, but oh well. game has to be a game & all)

[senseiwu]

BRIIIIIIIIII can u tell me about wu. headcanons. favorite pictures. ships. random facts. your own AUs. ANYTHING. LAV U <3

I'm sorry I answered this a little late, I was hoping to type up a nice coherent answer on my computer, but,, you said anything so,, mind I ramble? 👉👈🥺 I love this silly old man

Sorry if it's a little incoherent

Headcanons. Okay, so. He has golden eyes. He's associated with yellow and gold a lot, because of creation, but he prefers another colour. Not sure what.

Man's super short. Like, 150cm. Here is him next to Ray and Maya.

He's very fit, but not super toned and muscular. However much you'd need to be doing what he does.

More headcanons... like his dad and brother, he can purr, and is more flexible than most people. (Cause, yknow. The old fandom thing of dragon + oni= cat), and they also all have soft, floofy hair (an Oni trait). Because the dragon side is more dominant in him, he's relatively cold-blooded, and more susceptible to the cold than most people. (Makes having an extra warm best friend/boyfriend even better 🤭)

A more serious headcanon, he was relatively closed off after his father died. He was always more of an introvert, but Iza dying made the realisation hit him, that he's going to outlive people. He didn't really have many friends, until Ray basically decided this dude needed a friend. Ray got him to move past this fear, to live enjoying the now, rather than fearing the possibilities of the future. I think I worded that right. Anyway, they've been super close ever since. Unless it's an AU with Goldsmith, the only other person he's even remotely that close to is Misako.

There's only one more HC I can think of at the moment, and that's that he enjoys creative things, like art and stuff. His element probably plays a bit into that. He used to really like to paint, but doesn't do it much anymore. (There was a book that said Misako liked to paint... maybe they'd paint together and chat and have tea,,,)

Favourite pictures,, ough,, these are probably some of my favourites :)

Ships... I have quite a few for him hfhdjdje

There's the obvious ones, like Wusako, Spark, Goldsmith (AND. COMBINING THOSE. idk what their name would be, but,, maya/misako/ray/wu,,,), Waith (I think I've also seen it called Hopeshipping, which just makes me 🥺🥺🥺🥺), Wu/Libber, which one of my friends dubbed "CreativeShock". I'm sure that there's probably some more I might have forgotten.

I may have accidentally given him kids for three of those ships- Accidentally, because they all just popped into my head and refused to leave

I don't know if I have any random facts at the moment... apparently his favourite tea is white tea. Which I believe is the least processed type of tea. I think that might’ve been said in Wu's Teas, though, so take it was a grain of salt. (Or, since we're talking about tea.... a grain of sugar? :D)

I have,,, so many AUs focusing on him.... theres

Glacier dads au. Where Cole and Zane take baby Wu during S0G and go into hiding and just. Become his dads. It's very soft and sweet, most of the time.

Mermaid AU. Wu is a mermaid, as well as his family. He befriends, and TOTALLY doesn't fall for two humans (Ray and Maya). (But it turns out, Maya actually has mermaid ancestry, and eventually, can change forms between human and mermaid (she's an octopus mermaid, I can't remember the proper name at the moment.))

There's also a future part of that AU, where they're adults and have three kids and a house that's partially underwater. The kids can all change forms at will too. Nya is a regular mermaid, and Kai and Lar are octopi like their mama)

Band AU. Wus in an up and coming rock band with Ray, Maya, Lilly and Libber. They're called "Elements of Creation" or something, but I don't think they actually have powers fhdjsjm. This AU also has Goldsmith. They also have a little tuxedo cat whose name I forgot that Maya found and they rescued as a kitten.

Ice skater AU. Wu and Ray are together, and are figure skaters. However, duo competitions tend to be between male and female duos, so they search for another couple to have some partners for completions. Enter Maya and Misako. Begin them all falling in love 🤭

Family AU. An AU that goes along with the timeline of the show, the biggest difference being that Maya, Ray and Wu are all married. Kai and Nya live with Wu in the monastery after Ray ans Maya get taken away. Before being taken away, though, Maya had found out that she was pregnant again. She didn't get to tell her husbands before Krux took her and Ray while Wu was away, though :(

HAPPY Family AU. An alternate version of Family AU that branches off at around the time of Garmadon's banishment. He doesn't get banished, Ray and Maya don't get taken, and as little angst as possible happens. Lar gets to grow up with his siblings, who get to grow up with all three of their parents. Zane and Morro also get adopted. The kids get to spend lots of time with their cousin Lloyd. Oh, Ray's mother is also still alive, so the kids have their grandma! They call her Nanny :) that's what we called my paternal grandma, and. I think autumn deserves that honour :)

Alternate Timeline AU. Garmadon doesn't sign Wu's letter, and this event prompts him to leave Chen. Wu and Misako adopt Morro, and get married. Jun is in this AU :)

That's all the recent ones I can think of off the top of my head. There's also the LCA AU, Canon Divergent AU and Fantasy AU, but I haven't really touched those in years. OH and the Superhero AU. I'd like to get back to some of those but. Idk they kinda make me cringe since they're from like. Four years ago.

OH he's also heavily involved in Single Mamasako AU. He helps Misako with Lloyd whenever he can, even when he starts training the ninja. ....there's also an alternate version of that AU where he and Misako get together,, and I have also been thinking of a kinda AU that goes along with the show, where they become a thing .... around after s10? Idk I only thought of it the other day because. I love them. Wusako is cute and I'm tired of pretending it's not.

...okay I think. I've rambled enough dhdjsje sorry. I just. I love Wu and he occupies my thoughts constantly.

Love you too friend 💖💖

I only have one wu hug gif 💔

[daedrabait]

Unusual OC Associations: Faelon

I was tagged by @argisthebulwark to do this and I had to cause yknow what. It activated my brain.

So here we go.

Seasoning: Cayenne and lemon pepper. He's spicy.

Weather: The calm, ice cold humidity and stillness after a snowstorm that seeps into your bones. Leaves behind ice and snow coating the ground that blood shows up stark red on.

Color: any shade of red (especially crimson) and emerald green.

Sky: Dead of night, blackout sky with only a sliver of moonlight to see in.

Magic Power - Muffle, the Illusion spell (he's bad at magic but if I had to pick one)

House plant - any type of indoor mushroom. (rot association with Namira's champion)

Weapon: ebony bow and arrow? I'm bad at this sorry

Subject: Biology (dissection)

Social media: this man would have the edgiest and most unhinged horror-centric Tumblr with a link to a nsfw twitter for full images of him covered in blood. He would post real gore too.

Make-up product: the smudgiest eyeliner ever. As grunge as you can get. He'd have them in different colors too.

Candy: Dried pomegranate, dark chocolate covered. He would love it.

Fear: Being seen as weak/vulnerable or being put under the control/at the mercy of another person (syd how are they the same in this lmao I swear I'm not copying)

Ice cube shape: crushed. He's a degenerate

Method of long-distance travel: he loves walking. But if we're talking modern, he would love flying in planes and staring out the windows. Because he's fucking insane. I hate heights.

Art style: weirdcore/horror and body modification

Celestial body: black holes. edgy bitch.

Mythical creature: I can't say dragon. I won't say dragon. But it's literally dragon. He's the physical embodiment of one, dragonborn stuff even laid aside.

Piece of stationary: charcoal and old ass scrolls that have been through the ringer

I'm gonna tag a few people. You can do this if you like but please don't feel pressured, it's just for fun: @carvedmacabre @dwarvenwarden @currently-crashing @ghostfacedbat

[spaceiis0daz]

Gemini Resolution | Ch. 2: A Not at All Warm Welcome

woooOOOOOO CHAPTER 2 TIME LETS GOOOOO i can't wait to give yall the deets on elfilis's past,,,,,,

fair warning, theres some blood and it gets angsty lmao

god i love working on this ficCCCCC oh yeah metadede shippers/meta knight enjoyers get a treat today <333

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“I’m sorry, what?”

Dedede sat at the Waddle Dee Town Cafe at a table with Elfilin and Kirby. His eyes were as big as saucers once Elfilin broke the news to him. “Yeah! I’m trying to help Elfilis learn how to be good so for the time being they’ll be staying here in Waddle Dee Town!” chimed Elfilin before he bit into his fresh juicy burger he ordered. “Gosh, the food here is so good…”

Dedede gapes in horror at how Elfilin seemed entirely nonchalant about this. How on Popstar could Elfilin tame- that thing? The king attempts to recollect himself and clears his throat. “L-look kid, I know you want to help them, very thoughtful of you n’ all, but maaaaybe reconsider?” He grins nervously. “But why? I’m trying to do a good thing…” mumbled Elfilin. 

“Elfilin, they tried to crash Popstar into this planet to destroy them both and kill everyone on both planets, yknow, y-you saw that, right?” Dedede cautioned. “Maybe it… isn’t the best idea to… do what you’re trying to do, yeah? You can’t save everybody, lil fella.” 

Elfilin’s ears drooped down. “I know… but back when we weren’t split apart, Elfilis used to be a brave warrior on our home planet who defended it and helped the citizens of it. They weren’t always this way… they would use their incredible power for good! So maybe one day… they can be that hero again!”

Kirby, who was happily gobbling up a fluffy, rich Car Mouth Cake during the conversation wiped some of the frosting and cake crumbs off his face before chiming in. “I think everybody deserves a second chance. I think you should help anybody in need, no matter who they are! ‘Cause that’s what I always do.”

Elfilin nods. “Yeah! An Awoofy gave them a flower crown and they actually started crying and they seemed genuinely happy. So maybe… they’re just trying to act all threatening to make sure they don’t get hurt again or something. They seem pretty adamant on not wanting to do good things… so how about we do nice things for them and maybe it might help them realize how great being nice is!”

Dedede was INCREASINGLY nervous about this. His head was full of worries and “what if’s”. “Elfilin… I dunno if it’s that great of an idea to bring them over… here, yknow? And we should maybe warn the townspeople abou-”

A large, winged shadow with large, curved horns loomed overhead, circling above the town, and descends down to the cafe. Elfilis.

Their arrival was greeted with the once cheerful town devolving into utter chaos. Every last Waddle Dee screamed in horror, running for their lives into their houses. Some tumbled over, but quickly got up again in mortal fear of being impaled by Elfilis. Not a single Dee was calm. 

“Elfilis! There you are! I wondered where you were! Though… maybe try not to enter that way next time.” 

Elfilis glared at Kirby. If looks could kill, Kirby would have dropped dead at that moment. They remembered all too well what that stupid, pink moron did to them that day. The truck. 

Dedede sheepishly grins. "Uh… Hello, welcome to Waddle Dee Town, sir! …Are you fine with being called 'sir'?" Beads of sweat formed on his face.

Elfilis nodded. "Hm. Yes, I actually quite like that, I admit, despite not seeing myself as 'male'. You will not be assimilated."

Dedede gapes at Elfilis but recomposes himself in fear of them attacking.

Kirby waves at them. "Hiiii!! Elfilin has told me all about you! I'm sorry about the whole truck thing…"

Elfilis didn't know how to react. They had never been apologized to- again, for centuries. What made this even more of a shock to their system was that they never expected to hear one from that idiotic pink contaminant who ruined everything! 

"...I am not sure if I can accept your apology at the moment. But you are on thin ice, pink idiot. Are we clea-"

Elfilin floats over by Elfilis's side. "Elfilis, wait! You were doing really really good… until the second sentence. Let's say sorry to Kirby now."

"Oh. Right." Elfilis groans.

Kirby was taken aback. He looked like he was about to cry. Elfilin's fur stands on end. He hated seeing anyone he cared for be upset or hurt. He just couldn't stand to see it. "Oh gosh, K-Kirby, I'm-I'm so sorry, I,"

Dedede immediately gets out of his chair to comfort his adoptive son. "Hey, hey, shhh… it's okay Kirby, it's okay. I-I'm sure they didn't mean it, they're still working on themselves, and improvement takes a long ti-"

Suddenly, another, much smaller winged silhouette soars above the town, only to dive at Elfilis, knocking them off the cafe’s roof.

"ELFILIS!" Elfilin screamed.

It was Meta Knight. And he was furious.

Everyone in Dreamland, no, everyone who ever knew of him knew one thing; and that is NEVER to anger him. That could mean death, depending on how angry you made him, or worse. It looked like it was the end for Elfilis. Their new chance at life had just shriveled up and died.

However, this was not at all the case. A gleaming, ethereal spear with yellow and red wings, attached to the spear in an almost double helix shape appeared in Elfilis's hand. They had just been fast enough to counter Meta Knight's blade just by the skin of their teeth.

They threw Meta Knight off of themselves with ease. The knight landed on his feet, ready to strike. “YOU STAY FAR AWAY FROM THIS TOWN. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?” spat Meta Knight. 

Elfilis did not bother to reply. They spread their wings and rush towards Meta Knight, charging their spear at him. The knight ran at them, sword drawn. 

“STOP! STOP, THIS IS A MISUNDERSTANDING!” 

Elfilis and Meta Knight halted to look over to the source of the sound of a tearful, high pitched voice from the rooftop. Elfilin. “Meta Knight… I brought Elfilis here to help them be a good person. I want them to be themselves again, I want them to be happ-” “WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO MAKE A CREATURE WHO- WHO ALMOST KILLED ALL OF POPSTAR AS WELL AS THIS PLANET A ‘GOOD PERSON?’” 

The words rang in Elfilin and Elfilis’s ears. Elfilis steps away, taken aback. Dedede, panicked and sweating bullets, stands up to attempt to help the situation “Settle down, Meta, a-apparently they uh, weren’t always this way?” It did not work. 

“They almost killed millions and who knows who else they HAVE killed. They’re a threat and need to be taken care of.”

Meta Knight jolts at Elfilis, sword raised. Kirby covers his eyes. Dedede cringes.

The last thing Elfilis heard were Elfilin's shrill screams.

"ELFILIS! NOOOOOOOOO!"

The colorful world around them faded to black.

— — —

"...Mom…? Are they gonna be okay..?"

Shimmering tears fell from a trembling Elfilin’s eyes over Elfilis's wounded, unconcious body, a gash in their torso dripping with purple blood. Kirby, Dedede and Meta Knight stood over them as Carol carefully wrapped bandages around Elfilis's middle while consoling her adoptive son, stroking his teal fur.

 A solemn air flooded the room. Everyone's mouths felt as if they were glued shut.

"They're going to be okay, sweetie… Remember when I nursed you back to health? It’s going to be just like that… They’re going to be all right.” she reassured.

Meta Knight looks to the side awkwardly, desperately wanting to apologize for this, but couldn’t find the words. Finally, he looked down and then over at Elfilis’s body. "...I… am sorry. That was… a very rash descision I had made. I deeply regret it.” 

Carol pauses, not sure how to respond. “...thank you for apologizing.”

Meta Knight could feel the tears pushing through. But he fought back, holding them in, just barely letting them slip through. He only wanted to protect this town. But now, he had completely crushed someone’s hopes of growing and changing as a person. 

It’s going to be my fault. It’s going to be my fault if they die. He had lost his fight against the tears, now running down his face. Almost like a knee-jerk reaction, he rushes outside, off somewhere.

Everyone stared at the door in silence.

Meta Knight ran into the same field Elfilin had split from Elfilis in and bawled. Snot and tears ran all over his face as he grossly sobbed. He hadn’t even realized what he had just done. 

He just took away someone’s chance of redeeming themselves for the better. He took his mask off, which he almost never did in public, as the inside of the mask was getting far too wet and full of salty tears. He heard the footsteps of someone running down the hill, the same cadence as that of a Waddle Dee and quickly pulled the mask back on, despite the inside being soaked in regret.

“Hey… Dad?” Bandana Waddle Dee ran to Meta Knight’s side. “I saw you run out of Ms. Carol’s house and you looked really upset… Is anything the matter?”

He stared off into the afternoon sky, embracing himself with his cape, both the moon and sun visible. “...I am fine. Things are just a little rough today, Bandana.”

Bandee frowned. “...you didn’t look fine… Does it have anything to do with… y’know… Elfilis?”

A tear glided down Meta Knight’s hidden face. “...I suppose so. But you shouldn’t be worrying about my problems. You’re only a child.”

The little Dee hugged his adoptive father. “Well, whatever’s going on… you should talk to somebody about it. Dededad said you bottle things up too much and he gets worried about you.” Meta Knight hugged back, his voice quaking “...Thank you, my son.” 

“Any time, Dad.. I hope you feel better.”

Bandana Waddle Dee runs back to the town to find the others. Meta Knight simply stares into the sun beginning to set, the immense guilt burning in his heart.

— — — 

“Dad! Dad, look, I did it!”

A young Elfilis dragged the corpse of an alien beast on the ground that they had defeated, racing to show their father their accomplishment.

“I slayed my first beast ever! I did it, I did it!”

Their father smiled, quite pleased. “Well done, my child. You’ll make a fine young warrior some day, Elfilis.”

Elfilis’s eyes widen and twinkle in astonishment “Really..? You really think so?”

He chuckles. “Of course!” He looks over at the sparkling spear in it’s holder, with red and yellow wings, donning ethereal, colorful patterns. Elfilis looks over to it as well.

Elfilis’s father walks over to the spear and picks it up. “Someday, Elfilis, you too will wield this spear. When our planet is in danger… you can be one of the brave souls to defend us.”

Elfilis runs to the spear, tenderly rubbing their hand against it. 

“...I can’t wait for that day, Dad.”

— — —

A cold darkness inhabited the room Elfilis was in, as everyone had all gone off to bed, and the lights were out. The only illumination was the luminescent glow of the moon trickling through the window.

They weakly open their eyes. Confused, they jolt up– perhaps a bit too fast, as they feel a horrible pain splitting through their middle, which was now covered in bandages.. They clasp their hands around their torso, tensing up at stinging. Oh. Now I remember. they thought.

Elfilis analyzes their new surroundings. Bandages and lots of used tissues were strewn everywhere.

They carefully lay back down. This bedding was.. quite comfortable. But of course, anything would have been far more comfortable than that horrible, horrible glass tube. Staring at the ceiling, they begin to lose themselves in thought. They did this very often at… that place. But… this time, it felt different. Much different than before.

Their mind began to focus on what Elfilin had been telling them. You know.. he was right. Being separated from their other half for all those years… it’s almost like they had forgotten how to love. And most of all… they had forgotten how to be happy. How to find joy in the things around them. Sure, they had small glimpses of joy in the past few days, the first they had felt in decades… they desired more of it. But at the same time, they wanted to stick to their usual ways, pushing off any form of affection to keep themselves safe from being hurt again by someone they had trusted.

They wanted to turn over on their side, but couldn’t, in fear of the pain striking up again. Elfilis sighs, and tries to get comfortable in their current position, and shut their eyes, trapping themselves in their mind once more.

[bas-writes]

maybe for some of you it will be a disappointment, but this year i won't run kinktober at all

i am not able to handle mentally such a challenge, even if i know i don't have to keep strict daily posting. my brain will bully me once i slip out of schedule - and i am on ice way too thin to risk that

besides, a vast majority of requests you left is smut. even an adult content creator needs enrichment, yknow? 🤭

so, no sins all october long this time, i'm sorry. the kinkfest will be put on side, for some other opportunity, and i will just slowly chew through requests and gain power for blog's 3rd anniversary...and 5k followers celebration which nears faster than i wanted it to 😂

hope you all enjoyed your weekend and smooched your blorbos, mwah!

[floralcavern]

Oneshot for my story (debating on making this canon or not)

Mist circled around Solaria. She immediately knew what this was. Soon, Nox materialized behind her, his arms wrapped around her shoulders. 

“Hello, darling,” Nox said.

“Nox,” she said simply. “What can I help you with?”

He huffed lightly. “Such a disinterested response!”

“Nox, I’m quite busy. I’m fixing to get ready to rest for the night.”

He sighed a let go of her. “All right, yes, whatever.. always so straight to the point.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a silver ring. It was small, polished, with a lapis stone in the middle, dark blue with veins of gold. Lapis was one of the two gems of the moon gods, Lunid and Nox. It was very sacred to them. 

“Oh? What’s this? Does it have a protective charm? Or perhaps it gives me ice powers like you?”

“Oh, uh.. nothing like that..”

“Then what is it for?”

He hesitated. “It’s for you to just.. wear. And look pretty with.”

She arched her eyebrows, giving him a suspicious look. 

“I’m being honest! Although, a protective charm would’ve been smart.. but I can’t do things like that, sadly. Only the Love Siblings can put protective charms on things..”

“Hmm..” she stared at the ring. “So.. you got this for me.. just because?”

“…Yes.”

She awkwardly averted her eyes, not quite sure what to say. Sure, she was grateful, but she was always terrible at expressing that. “Um.. th..thank you.”

He paused, blinking a couple of times, his eyes shifting from her to the side before he blurts out, “Are you.. sure you want to do this..?”

“Do what?”

“Fight Spexik.”

“Yes,” she said immediately, 0 hesitance. 

Nox sighed. “Of course.. I admire that about you.. you never give up.. but sometimes I wish you would..”

“Do you not think I will win this fight?”

“It’s not that!”

“Then what is it?” She asked calmly and patiently. 

“I-… Ok.. I don’t think you’ll win,” he admitted. “Spexik is the oldest god, even older than my mom. Spexik was the first of the two that The Great God created. He’s.. so indescribably powerful. He sculpted you himself. It’s not that I think you’re weak. It’s that he’s too strong.”

She nods, listening to his words. “I know. But if I won’t put up a fight, who will? Lunid has showed that she has no interest in meddling in the affairs of the gods. She loves Gunaeia, but not enough to defend him or the people living on him.”

He nods. “I know, I know. I’ve tried begging my mother to help, but.. Spexik scares her..” he paused, before forcing out a soft chuckle. “Wow.. you’re even braver than my mother, one of the two first gods created..”

She couldn’t help but smile at that. The praise.. it was nice. It felt genuine, not forced like how it sometimes feels with Volpes and even Xavier sometimes. 

“Solaria,” he said seriously. “Remember the scale I gave you.”

She paused, thinking, before remembering. “Oh, hey ya!” She said, huffing. “What was that about!? You just chucked a moon scale at me all the way from space? You scared the daylights out of me!”

He laughed. “I know, I’m sorry, Glowy.”

“I told you that nickname is dumb.”

He smirks. “You know you love it.”

She rolls her eyes. “Yknow, I don’t even know what moon scales do. How is this supposed to help me?”

He smiles. “You’ll find out when the time comes.”

“Ooh. Super cryptic. How helpful.”

He grins at her response, caressing her cheek before he rests his forehead against hers. “You need rest to be fully charged. I know you’ll make much progress in finding the pearl of ice in the morning.”

Somehow, his head resting against hers made her eyelids get even heavier. 

Moon god magic she thought. 

“I love you, Glowy,” he said, kissing her cheek. 

“Mm..” she responded softly. He rested her head on her pillow. 

“Have a lovely night,” he said, before jumping out the window and becoming mist in the wind. 

[bilety-blog1]

( from here ) || @dreamsofalife

      Veruca was, in a word, pissed. She rarely injured herself dancing, if ever -- the closest she’s gotten was the regular wear-and-tear of a ballet dancer’s feet. And, in truth, after Wonka’s, she rarely danced at all. It hurt. She was always in pain, but it felt like a knife was being dug into each joint now to move in those intricate and beautiful positions.

      ...But she really, really missed dancing, so she would, in the confines of her room, sometimes keep on with her lost talent, even though it lacked the elegance when she cringed in pain and moved slowly, ever stiff thanks to using goddamn glue instead of real medical supplies.

      “Yes,” she started, through her teeth, grinding them together as her sprained ankle was shifted over the pillows, glaring daggers in Shy’s direction. “it does suck. I wonder how you have come to that conclusion.”

      Really, it wasn’t Shy’s fault; Veruca had told her to leave her be to do as she pleased (including setting fire to Shy’s shoes, hiding her cell phone, and giving her jacket to three rowdy dogs), but she still wanted to be angry at someone, and Cheyanne was the nearest person to her.

      “I wonder if you might give me an actual reason to not tell my Papa,” she hissed, gripping the sheets tightly. “There is certainly no way to hide this. He will be home this very evening to see it, no?”

[justyouraveragecsmfan]

Pretend you're on the phone and call your s/o a "friend" | TikTok Prank

Characters : Denji and Kobeni

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ:*

Denji

You guys were sitting together, chilling as Aki was away with some work and Power napped with Meowy in the bedroom

You've always loved getting reactions out of Denji so this was something you were looking forward to doing.

As soon as the call came, you pulled yourself away from Denji, who noticed this but was still engrossed in the T.v.

"Yeah no no, I'm not busy at all, don't worry I'm just with a friend, we can take all the time you want"

Boi whipped his head so fast to look at you, he nearly snapped his neck

He didn't say anything but the whole time has an expression of a kicked puppy as he comes closer and nuzzles against your neck

"Who were ya talking to? "

"Just an acquaintance, Denji"

Denji frowns and then after a bit says

"Why did you say you're with a friend? I'm your boyfriend yknow"

You look at him, surprised to see him slightly pouting. It takes everything in you not to burst out laughing as you explain to him its a prank, and apologizing.

"I thought ya found another guy or somethin', I was scared for a second"

Then his smile turns sheepish as he comes closer, his hands making grabby motions at your shirt.

"But maybe if ya say sorry to me in a special way, I might be okay y'know hehehe-"

Denji gO to HORNY JAIL

Kobeni

no don't do this to her

You guys were hanging at your apartment, eating ice cream you bought for both🍦(yes she finally had ice cream), you casually laid back in your bed while Kobeni sat upright on the edge, relishing at the taste.

It was then you decided to start your prank

Fishing out your phone as you fake rang it-

"Hii what's up! Oh don't worry I'm just hanging out with a friend, what do you want to talk about? "

As soon as the word 'friend' spilled from your mouth, you saw Kobeni visibly stiffen up (even more than before girl can't catch a break)

A minute after when you noticed her small frame, you said the usual, "Gotta go, ttyl", and slowly went forward to Kobeni's side, concerned. You didn't take the joke too far, did you?

"Kobeni..? "

You heard a sniffle.

It was at that moment, you knew you fucked up.

Kobeni turned to you, her tears falling one after the other [some even into her ice cream], as panic shot through you.

"A-are you going to leave m-me y/n? I'm sorry *sniff* I'll try h arder, please don't go.. "

You came near tears too as you hugged her tight and apologized for pranking her like that. In the end, both of you were crying as you held each other and and promised to never pull something like that on her again.

As everything calmed down, you pulled away from Kobeni and was about to get her a glass of water when-

"O-oh nooo.. th-the ice cream fell on the new sheets.. Y/N I'm so sorry!! "

🙃

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ:*✧

I could've written more characters too but entrance tests are hell so whatever,

Enjoy ★

[teetlesandnimjas]

Yknow what FUCK YOU ALL. I CANT WRITE, I CANT DRAW. BUT GOD DAMN IT I CAN MAKE VAGUE SCENARIOS AND INTERACTIONS UP IN MY HEAD-

I love the idea of 2012 April meeting Rise Donnie and acting like 2012 Donnie. First off, it’d be hilarious to see RISE DONNIE saying “dude chill” then there’s the obvious multiple attempts to kill Rise D, by 2012 D. Meanwhile April is simping hard and FAILING MISERABLY.

Rise April trying to find 2012 April a hobby. They try nail painting, braiding, cooking, reading, ANYTHING. It’s impossible, even when Mikey helps.

2012 Mikey and Rise Mikey RAINING CHAOS- and also cooking and drawing.

2012 Leo seeing Rise Leo and immediately going “oh no” and then Rise Leo dabs. 2012 Mikey finds this hilarious.

2012 Leo and Rise Leo geeking out over comic books and lighting WAY to many candles.

2012 Raph standing on Rise Raph’s shoulders and screaming maniacally. 2012 Mikey whispers to Rise Mikey “he likes to feel tall and powerful”

Rise Mikey (cough cough Dr. Delicate Touch cough cough) BREAKING 2012 RAPH’S SPINE and then helping him find better outlets for letting out his anger. This includes art lessons AND therapy.

2012 Mikey just SCREAMING the second he sees Rise Raph. This can either be played as a joke, or genuine angst. Either way he is TERRIFIED. “HE MUST HIT LIKE A TRUCK!” “Y... your Raph hits you?”

Rise Raph picking up 2012 Mikey and going “mine.” 2012 Mikey is just in awe because tHIS RAPH IS A LITERAL JUNGLE GYM-

The Donnies info dump to each other.

2012 Mikey: “YOURE TWINS?” The Disaster Twins: “WE ARE NO- HEY STOP COPYING ME- NO YOU STOP-“

“RAZZMATAZZ!” “BOOYAKASHA!”

Shelldon and 2012 Mikey interacting. Period.

2012 April instantly seeing Rise Mikey like a little brother.

Rise Mikey and 2012 Mikey just hug. Like cuddles for days. Pillow fort included. 2012 Mikey being gentle touch starved, not used to being so openly and safely held? You bet.

2012 Mikey watching in awe and jealousy as Rise Mikey just so comfortably clings to Rise Raph.

Rise Leo and 2012 Mikey getting along really well, and banding together to annoy the rest of the 2012 boys.

2012 Leo: “what are you doing with your hands?” Rise Leo, stimming: “you... you don’t do this?” TL;DR, 2012 Leo, an autistic teenager who went 16 years without outside contact, learned about stimming and he loves it. (Yes I headcanon autistic Leo in 2012, have you seen him?)

2012 Donnie and Rise Donnie staring intensely at each other, as if trying to decipher their counterpart.

Rise Donnie: *leaning in really close to 2012 Raph and analyzing him* 2012 Raph: personal space much? Rise Raph, tired: No. None at all.

2012 Mikey, Rise Leo and Rise Mikey coming together and making pizza, cracking jokes, and singing trashy pop songs. The Donnies pretend be annoyed, but then join in on the singing as soon as “Grease Lightning” comes on. 2012 Raph and Leo go in to yell at them to “FOR THE LOVE OF GOD STOP” but Rise Raph grabs them each with one hand and stops them. “If you ruin this, I will throw you back to where you came from. And I don’t mean a portal.” And it’s so vaguely threatening they shut up and accept their fate.

The Donnies arguing over the superior musical.

“What’s Jupiter Jim?” *cue all the Rise Turtles screaming*

Rise April freaking out at 2012 April’s backstory. “IM SORRY YOU’RE A W H A T THAT CAN DO W H A T?!?!”

Rise Mikey: “you have a pet cat!?” 2012 Mikey: “YEAH DUDE! And she’s made of ice creammmm!” Rise Mikey: “OHMIGOSH-“

Rise Donnie: “you sound familiar...” 2012 Mikey: “astronomical phenomenon?” Rise Donnie: *look of sheer confusion mixed with ‘w h a t’

Rise Donnie: “oh well I got my parts from this one place-“ 2012 Donnie: “you can buy things?!” Rise D: “oh no I just took it” 2012 D: “YOU S T E A L?!”

The Donnies banding together and plotting to rob people. Rise Raph and 2012 Leo stop them, barely.

Then yknow 2012 April starts simping for Rise Donnie, and all sorts of weird and funny begin. Rise April can’t decide between laughing or vomiting. 2012 Donnie tries to commit multiple, increasingly elaborate, murder plots. Rise Donnie running, yelling, and hiding the entire time, including yelling “GET THIS MONSTER AWAY FROM ME” but April is completely unaware. And 2012 April, doing to someone else something that makes HER uncomfortable, which is a bite in the butt for her consider her treatment of 2012 Donnie, like constantly egging him on.

The plot is just the Caseys committing crimes together, and the turtles try and stop them, completely unaware that they’re the Caseys, and the Caseys completely unaware of the destruction in their wake.

[crash-cinematic-universe]

tiger lilies, self destructing, and richard siken

pairing: peter maximoff/reader

summary: to peter maximoff, love is an anomaly that scares him more than anything else. however, you might be able to help him overcome his fear.

warnings: language! but that’s about it. kind of cheesy at some points but yknow what im not lactose intolerant

notes: this is the monsterous fic thats been kicking my ass this past week (6.2k words babey!!!) i was originally going to add ~~steamy~~ section to this one but i decided against it to make it readable for those who don’t wanna see that kind of stuff. if you want me to separately publish that then just lmk!!  (if any of yall wanna talk about richard siken to me then please do, his work is so good)

taglist: @stranger-names ,  @gooseyhouse , @parkersdarling​ 

1. 

To Peter Maximoff, physical affection has always been a touchy subject-- no pun intended. His speed is a blessing, but also a bitter curse. He moves at the speed of sound, bouncing off the walls and tearing up the roads; he moves impossibly fast, and no one ever tries to catch up with him. People get tired of Peter rather quickly, not bothering to get attached to him when they know they can’t keep up. 

That’s why it’s so jarringly startling when you decide to stick around. When faced with the grand decision of throwing in the towel and leaving Peter behind or sticking around and trying your best, you chose the latter. It was surprising, to say the least. Peter waited patiently for the distance between the two of you to start growing; he waited for the void you once filled to open up again. However, the void never emptied, and the distance never grew. 

To anyone else, this would be a wonderful experience. Knowing that you wouldn’t be left behind or forgotten about would be comforting to anyone else in Peter’s position. However, this did the exact opposite for Peter. He wasn’t comforted or relaxed, on the contrary, he was always on edge. The future was cruel, and the mystery of it all felt like torture. 

To quote the great Richard Silken, “Someone has to leave first. This is a very old story. There is no other version of this story.” Peter lived and breathed by this ideology, that everyone he loves would have to leave eventually, whether it be by their own volition or not. It was obvious that you didn’t plan on abandoning ship anytime soon, so Peter decided he’d take matters into his own hands. If you weren’t going to be the first one to walk away, then he’d be the one to run away from you. He soon came to learn that loneliness was at its most bitter when you’ve come to taste the sweetness of love. 

Love was a strange, complicated beast that Peter Maximoff had never dealt with before. If he were to be completely honest, love scared him. It scared him more than dying scared him. To Peter, death was an escape. Death was the end of a tiring journey, it was safe and simple and easy. Love was the opposite, it was the mouth of a dragon and the edge of a blade. It was the beginning to something so fragile and powerful, something that could end in flames. 

Peter realized he loved you on a summer afternoon. The sun was shining and you were in the shade. He sat down next to you, and within minutes Kurt and Ororo appeared at your side. They seemed so put together, so sure and strong. Peter felt out of place-- he felt as if he were standing outside of a cabin looking in through the window at your wonderful friendships. He watched with his nose pressed against the glass as you walked across the room and opened the cabin door to let him in. 

Peter realized he was in love with you in the middle of the night. A thunderstorm raged outside the mansion walls and raindrops kept time as Peter walked down the hallway. You were sitting on the floor of the common room next to a dying fire, a book clenched tightly in your hands. For a moment, he just stood against a wall and watched you. As creepy as he felt, a part of him believed he’d ruin your night by making himself known. He was okay with being a fly on the wall if it meant he’d get to see you. Peter wondered if there was a world where he had the pleasure of knowing you, without you having the burden of knowing him. 

Still, you saw him. And you knew him. And you waved him over with a smile. He felt the urge to run, to leave you here alone with yourself, but he stayed put. Then, one step at a time, he moved forward. He got closer and closer before he found himself standing at your feet. 

“You’re welcome to stay,” you told him. He believed it. Peter sat down next to you, letting his shoulder brush against yours.

“What’re you reading?” He asked. Peter already knew what you were reading, he read the cover of the book the moment he sat down, but he still wanted to hear it from you.

“Crush by Richard Siken,”

“Oh. What’s it about?” Peter already knew what it was about. He’d read it at least fifty times.

“It’s kind of hard to explain. I’d much rather just read it to you and let you decide for yourself,” Peter’s stupid little heart lurched, and he almost cried at the thought. He held it together, though. 

“That would be nice,” He said softly. 

“Sorry about all the writing in the margins, I can’t help myself sometimes.” Peter scanned the sides of the pages, marveling at your notes. Some of them were reactions, littered with exclamation points and question marks and bold letters. Some of them were underlined phrases and little doodles-- most notably a little drawing of a chameleon on a tiger lily. He loved them.

“It’s okay. Literature is meant to be marked up-- what’s the point of reading if you don’t get to share the love?”

“That’s a good point,” You grinned. Then, the reading began, and you allowed Peter to rest his head on your shoulder as you read to him. Even though he’d heard the poems a billion times by now, they sounded brand new coming from you. He listened closely. You were arriving at his favorite part, “You are Jeff” section 24. 

“You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you...” You read on, not noticing the way Peter’s eyes had shifted from the book you were holding to your face. Peter’s mind wanders, and he curses himself for missing the lines you were reading “... You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and you’re trying not to tell him that you love him, and you’re trying to choke down the feeling, and you’re trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you didn’t even have a name for.” 

Peter felt like he was going to cry. You kept reading and he kept looking. It was getting late, and Peter was getting tired. Your voice had softened and slowed, and the fire that was burning in the fireplace had all but died. Peter was the one that fell asleep first, and you followed closely after. Both of you had lingering smiles on your faces. 

2. 

Intimacy is an odd thing, isn’t it? Thinking critically, intimacy is just vulnerability with more layers. It’s the closeness between people, it’s allowing yourself to connect with someone you care about. It’s stripping yourself down to muscle and bone and hoping the other person doesn’t let you bleed out. It’s a level of trust that is more than closing your eyes and falling backwards; it’s closing your eyes and letting them push you over the edge into the unknown, and trusting them enough to know you’ll be okay when you hit the ground.

It didn’t take long for Peter to realize that he had trouble with being intimate with other people. Too many times had trusted someone to push him over the edge, only to realize he’d be shattered when he hits the ground. After that, he decided intimacy was overrated. It’s not like anyone was going to have that kind of relationship with him, anyway. 

Of course, then you came along and uprooted his entire worldview, like you had with everything else. He found himself thinking about you at every waking moment, which inevitably led to him… thinking about you at every waking moment, if you catch my drift. Sure, intimacy involves more than just physical intimacy, but Peter knows he can’t ignore the feeling that rises in his stomach whenever he’s around you. For the first year or so of your relationship, Peter became very familiar with the feeling of an ice-cold shower. 

What Peter didn’t take into consideration was you. For some reason, Peter struggled to understand the fact that you were just as attracted to him as he was attracted to you. It was no secret that Peter was insecure, but he never really realized how much his insecurity affected his relationships. If he couldn’t love himself, how could anyone else? Peter is the only one who gets to see his persona in its truest form, and every time he has to avert his eyes. It’s safe to say his physical appearance has been the cause of very many painful-- and occasionally tear-filled-- sleepless nights. 

He told you this. He told you everything. He told you about Erik, he told you about his childhood, he told you about everything he loved and hated and feared and yearned for. That ordeal alone was scary enough, knowing that at any moment you could decide you didn’t want to deal with him anymore, but as always, you stuck around. You told him everything. You told him about your family and your struggles. You told him about everything you loved and hated and feared and yearned for, and not once did Peter even think that he wanted to walk away. This is the kind of intimacy that, over the years, Peter had struggled with less and less.

Still, it was the sexual aspect of intimacy that freaked him out. It was a beast he’d never dealt with, a feat he’d never faced. That being said, as every day went by Peter became more and more… frustrated. He didn’t know how to approach the subject, so he'd just let the subject approach him and wing it. 

And as he sat on his bed watching as you twirled around to Tears for Fears “Everybody Wants To Rule The World”, Peter realized he didn’t have much to worry about. 

“Dance with me, dollface,” you laughed, reaching out for him. You looked like someone straight out of a movie, the lim blue light coming from Peter’s arcade machines illuminating a halo above your head. You put Molly Ringwald and Emilio Estevez to shame. Peter took your hand, grinning like an idiot as you twirled him around. 

There he was, dancing in his mother’s basement with his favorite person in the entire world. He wasn’t a great dancer, and neither were you, but that didn’t matter. Peter was dreading this visit-- he hated the idea of being back in the basement that made him feel like a failure. But you assured him that you’d be there with him, and that getting to see his family would make it all worth it. His family isn’t what made it worth it, though. 

“Brain Damage” by Pink Floyd came next, slower and a bit more somber, but still danceable. Your arms shifted to around his neck, pulling him closer than he already was. Somehow, you ended up with your back against the wall as the song came to a close. He kissed your forehead, then your cheek, then your lips.

“I love you,” Peter spoke softly. This was a small victory-- he’d been so scared of the mere idea of loving someone. You were the only one who got to hear his love confessions. They were for you, and for you only.

“I love you too,” Peter would never, ever get tired of hearing that. Knowing that you love him is enough to keep him going for a hundred years. And he knows the odds, he knows that love is rocky and painful as much as it is beautiful. He knows that love can feel sweet in the beginning and go sour overtime. He knows that first, second, third relationships don’t always work out. But he thinks this is going to work out. And Peter doesn’t think this will ever go sour. Maybe that’s his blissful ignorance talking, maybe he’s jinxing it, but at this moment, he doesn’t care. Right now he is at his happiest, at his most content. 

“You wanna watch a movie?” You asked softly, pecking Peter on the cheek. He could feel the warmth radiating off of you, and Peter grinned. In an instant the tv across the room began playing the opening credits to the first movie that popped into his head. 

“The Breakfast Club?” You questioned. Peter shrugged.

“What can I say, I’m a sucker for a good coming-of-age kind of movie,”

You sat against the headboard of Peter’s bed, allowing Peter to settle beside you. Your head rested on his shoulder, and he was quick to grab your hand. Peter loved the closeness. Over the past year, he’d come to realize he was a very affectionate person. Previously, Peter hadn’t known soft, physical love; the only time anyone would ever touch him would be as punishment or defense, not love. Love. Peter had gotten more comfortable with the idea of love, because when he thinks of love he thinks of you.

3. 

Every good story has a villain. A villain that you love to hate, or hate to love. A villain you can sympathize with, a villain you can’t excuse, a villain that the mere mention of makes you sick to your stomach. An unexpected villain. An obvious villain. A villain that’s just trying his goddamn best. Sometimes the villain is defeated, sometimes the villain changes their evil ways. Sometimes the villain dies and the crowd cheers. 

Peter Maximoff never thought he’d be the villain of his own story. He tried his hardest to be a good person, but there was always that side of him that made him afraid. He was like an explosive; whenever someone got too close, he’d detonate and destroy everything around him. It was a self-defense tactic, albeit counterproductive. 

It killed you to see him that way. He told you about the relationships he’d lost to himself. He told you about the abandonment and the loneliness. It broke your heart. He tried to distract himself, drowning himself in work so he’d never have the opportunity to ruin what he had with you. Peter Maximoff was a walnut tree; every time he planted his roots and began to grow, he’d kill anything that grew too close. However, the constant working started to wear Peter down.

It started with the late nights. He’d collapse next to you at four AM, knocking out the minute his head hit the pillow. Still, he’d be awake before you were, already scrambling around trying to complete various tasks. He was like a machine that was running from it’s problems. The late nights turned to all-nighters, and the few hours Peter managed to salvage set aside for sleep had shrunk to a few minutes at a time. He didn’t eat anything with even a hint of nutritional value. At this rate, he was going to work himself to death. 

The worst part? Peter knew what he was doing. He wasn’t stupid. He just needed to shut up the little voice in his head that urged him to act out. The entirety of his childhood, Peter destroyed what he created. The need to be isolated, the feeling that he deserves to be alone spread throughout his body like a cancer. He locked himself away in the basement, trying desperately to stay out of everyone’s way so they wouldn’t shut him out. People tried to coerce him out of his cave, to pull him out of the bottomless pit he threw himself into. Peter saw them as the sirens trying to lure him into the ocean of loneliness, and he wasn’t going to fall for it. In his eyes, anyone who tried to help him were the villains of his amazing, heroic tale. Fortunately for him, one by one, they started to give up on helping him. They thought he was a lost cause; a fucking loser who was destined to wallow in his own self-pity until he died. At first, this was a triumph. He defeated them, he outwitted the sphinx and slayed the dragon. But a part of him hated himself for becoming the worst-case scenario that every parent feared their child would grow up to be. 

He pulled himself out of his pit and back onto his feet, all by himself. It was hell on Earth, but he did it. That cancerous feeling of uselessness retracted back into itself, now residing in the place next to Peter’s heart. However, that horrifying fear of becoming a burden began to grow again, this time when Peter was in his mid-20s. He began to overcompensate, and that led him to where he was; always on the brink of collapse, running on nothing but coffee and twenty minutes of sleep. In return, Peter got to have friends. In his mind, that was fair. In your mind? Not even close.

You managed to catch him in his bedroom as he was in the midst of simultaneously scribbling in a notebook and reading an open novel. Peter Maximoff would always be the most beautiful person in the world in your eyes, but at that moment, he looked like hell. Your plan seemed foolproof, but then again, you weren’t sure what you were walking into. Lately, Peter didn’t seem like himself. Probably because of the lack of sleep. 

“Peter?” He looked up at you, eyes half-lidded. “I got you something.”

“You did?” A sleepy smile was all he could muster, but that was google enough for you.  

“I did. It’s to mark exactly three years since I first met you,” you sat down on his bed, placing the small wrapped book right next to you. Peter glanced at the calendar on the wall-- oh god, you were right. It’s been three years to the day and he forgot. He deserves the title of “World’s Worst Boyfriend”. Scott will probably be upset that he’s losing his title.

 “What’re you up to?”

“Finishing up some old work I’ve been putting off,” he punctuated his sentence with a yawn. “Some of my old work and some of Hank’s, too.” “Why are you doing Hank’s work?”

“He seemed stressed about something, thought I might help clear his head,” The sentiment is sweet, you’ll give him that.

“Alright, well, can we talk for a minute?” Alarm bells went off in Peter’s brain. There has never, in the history of the universe, been a good conversation that started with ‘can we talk for a minute?’ or any of it’s cruel variants. 

“Actually, I’m kind of busy right now, can this wait?” It was obvious that the answer to that was no, but still, he felt the need to ask. 

“Not really, no. It’s important.” Peter saw the next few seconds playing out in his head. The inevitable had come to fruition; you realized that you could do better, and now you were cutting him loose. He couldn’t blame you, not really, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t going to rip him to shreds. He realized that whatever you brought for him was most likely a parting gift. How sweet.

“Oh. Alright.” 

“Well, I’m going to give it to you straight,” you sighed. “I’m worried about you, Peter.”

Oh. He’s heard this speech before, he knows the spiel. He can vaguely recall a guidance counselor telling him the exact same thing before Peter decided to call him a slew of expletives. The tar pit in his chest began to grow.

“I’m fine.” This was a lie. The first lie in a long chain of lies that Peter was about to tell to you, his favorite person in the world. He loved you, but in that moment his vision clouded over. You weren’t the person he loved and cherished anymore, no, you were just another faceless blur that provided a temporary escape. 

“Really? I feel like you’re pushing everyone away, you’re pushing me away.” Peter was becoming more and more irritated by the second.

“I told you, I’m fine. I’m not pushing you away. 

“Don’t lie to me,” your voice is firm and unwavering. “You don’t sleep, you almost never eat-- I don’t think I’ve seen you stand still for more than three minutes once in the past month--”

“That’s just how I am,” Peter huffs. He wanted this conversation to be over. “That’s not your problem.”

“Your wellbeing is my problem, Peter, that’s the whole point of being friends with someone. Even more so now, because you’re my partner and I care about you--” 

“Then stop,” Peter rolled his eyes. He's more irritable than normal-- most likely because he hasn’t slept in days. He could almost feel the venomous arms of isolation creeping around him. It’s a sick pattern, he knows; every time someone gets close to him, he feels the need to self-destruct before they lose interest. Even now, even after all this time, Peter’s still powerless against the poison in his veins. 

“What?” You’re losing your reserve and your stature. He can tell. You’re slouching and picking at the cuticles on your thumb. It’s almost as if he’s been shoved into the back seat, and is now being forced to watch as a stranger takes the wheel and crashes the car. So much frustration, so much hurt, and it’s all coming out right now, onto you. Peter already regrets this entire interaction, but still, he manages to spit acid. 

“Stop caring. Just leave, I know you want to. I know every night, you lie awake and think about all the different ways you can leave me in the dust. Not that it would matter to me.” This is another lie. Your eyes flash with hurt, but you stay put. You know he’s just being an asshole because he’s exhausted and too stubborn to admit that you’re right. He’s egging you on intentionally, trying to get you to snap and walk away. 

 “Peter, god, I love you but sometimes you can be so...”

“So what? C’mon, be honest with me,” He huffed. 

“Frustrating,” You surrendered. The poise you once held was gone. “I know it isn’t your fault-- I know you’ve trusted so many people so deeply and been betrayed or sold out and I know you’ve loved so many times and been thrown to the curb without a second thought. But I don’t know what I can do to convince you that I’m here for you, and that I love you. I’ve tried everything, and it feels like I’m talking to a brick wall. I want to make this work, but I need you to work with me.” It’s evident in your voice that you’re desperate. You’re just hoping you’ll get through to him, somehow. “I need you to want it as bad as I do-- hell, I need you to want it at all.” Here it comes--

“You ever think, maybe, I just don’t want you to be that person for me? I’ve spent my life being independent, my entire existence so far has been built around the fact that I’m going to end up alone. People come and people go-- people like you and Charles-- and they tell me they care. They tell me that they love me and that they're here for me. And then they get tired of me and they leave. I wish that you would just leave me the fuck alone and let me live in solitude,” There it was. The lie to end all lies. The words tasted awful coming out of his mouth, and the whole ordeal left his mouth tasting very… sour. Peter had to look away, he couldn’t look at the expression on your face.

“Fine. If that’s what you want.” Your eyes never met his, but you paused before you exited the room. “I know you’re probably just… I don’t know, going through something, but you’re being an asshole. Don’t talk to me until you’ve sorted your shit out. Enjoy your solitude.” You left the room impossibly fast, your fists clenched so tightly Peter feared that your nails would break the skin on your palms. He struggled to keep it together-- why the fuck did he do that? 

Peter collapsed onto his bed, and it’s only then that he realized you left behind the gift you got him. A part of him thought he should return it to you, but the other part of him urged for it to be opened. He tore the wrapping paper off before he realized what he was doing. The hardcover book the wrapping paper concealed was handbound, the cover littered with your beautifully familiar handwriting. In big, bold letters The Best of Poetry in the Humble Opinion of Y/n L/n was scrawled at the top. 

Peter vividly remembers a late night you spent talking to him. You told him about your favorite poems, outlining each and every little detail you loved about them. Some of them he’d read already, some of them he hadn’t, but all of them sounded like artwork coming from you. He opened the front cover, and you’d written something else on the inside. 

“In the words of the wonderful Peter Maximoff, ‘What’s the point of reading if you don’t get to share the love?’. This is me, sharing the love.” 

Carefully, Peter opened to a random page in the book. He saw the notes in the margins and the doodles and the exclamation points and before he knew it Peter was on the verge of tears. He was barely containing himself, and then he read a specific annotation you made. 

He had opened to the first page of “The Worm King’s Lullaby”, one of your all-time favorites. A specific line was underlined, one that Peter was all too familiar with: “Someone has to leave first. This is a very old story. There is no other version of this story.” Beside it, you wrote:

“As much of a genius Mr. Siken is, I have to disagree with this. If you love someone enough, you’ll never leave them and they’ll never leave you. Even if they die, even if things don’t work out, you’ll always have a little part of them to carry with you. Carry this part of me with you, Peter. Not that I plan on leaving anytime soon.” 

That was it. The floodgates broke. Everything that Peter had held back came pouring out-- the past 10 minutes finally caught up with him, and they hit him like a bus. He sat in the corner of his bedroom, his knees pulled up to his chest so tightly he thought his legs would snap. Peter wanted to rip all his hair out or punch a hole in the wall or hold his head underwater until he was nothing but an obituary and a headstone. His chest burned and the pit of despair inside his chest had overtaken his system, and he hated himself with a burning passion. Why did he do that? Why did he do that? Why the fuck did he do that?

Peter Maximoff had his breakdown in solitude, revealing in the fact that he was, undeniably, the villain of his own life.

4.

As it turns out, ‘getting his shit together’ is much harder than Peter originally anticipated. He's trying, he really is, but it's hard. Especially without you there. Peter knows that he fucked up, and he knows that he needs to work for your forgiveness. And don’t worry, he’s going to work for it. 

It had only been a week, but the entire mansion could tell that something was off. Life just wasn’t the same without the randomized gusts of wind that would knock people off their feet; no one had been seriously injured or had something stolen from them. The whirlwind that was mansion life, while still chaotic, lost it’s fun. 

Charles tried to keep things running smoothly, but he was an old man and didn’t exactly understand you and Peter. People would knock on your door every now and then, but you didn’t answer. You were much too busy analyzing exactly how much of a bitch you were being-- realistically, the answer is 0%, but you didn’t see it that way. No, from your perspective, you saw Peter having a mental breakdown and you ditched him. Pretty shitty move.

What you didn’t realize was that Peter was doing the exact same thing, however, the blame falls mostly on his shoulders, and boy does he know it. He’s been scripting his grand apology, trying desperately to find the right words to express exactly how sorry he is. Peter was never very good with words-- it’s always too hard to know if you’re going to say the wrong thing and mess everything up. Although, it’s hard to see how the scenario could get any worse.

He made the executive decision to start with “I’m sorry”-- a solid start to any apology. Sure, he could stop there, but Peter realized that he’d probably need more to win back his partner. So, he managed to scribble down a few more lines on a tiny notecard he was supposed to use for studying. Oh, what a wondrous redemption arc this would be; Peter gets into a fight with his wonderful partner and ruins their relationship and then struggles to come up with a coherent apology. 

“I’m sorry about what I said, that was shitty. I shouldn’t have said that.” Peter’s eyebrows furrowed in frustration. God, he was going to die alone, wasn’t he? Maybe this is the cruel punishment the world is dealing to him, the universe is deciding that Peter’s redemption arc would be better if it, well, didn’t exist. Even so, he isn’t planning on giving up or giving in just yet. 

He scrapped what he had so far and started at the beginning once again. His 9th grade english teacher would tell him to write about what he knows, and though he doesn’t know much, he’s an expert when it comes to himself. Peter knows how he feels about you, he knows how sorry he is, and he knows that he really, really, really wants you to know that he didn’t mean a word he said about not wanting you. Peter knows about love, at least a little bit, and he realizes he’ll need more than just words.  

His mind drifts to that night, years ago, in front of the fireplace. He vividly remembers a tiger lily and a chameleon scribbled in the margins of your book. Realistically, Peter couldn’t get his hands on a chameleon, but a tiger lily was a different story. In high school, Peter took a botany course because he thought it’d be easy. It wasn’t, it was boring as all hell, but it seems like his slacking paid off. He knew tiger lilies were indigenous to Asia, but they’d become quite common along New England-area roadways. 

Peter grabbed his jacket and took off, tearing through the roads like his life depended on it. In less than 10 minutes, Peter found himself in the middle of New Hampshire drenched in rain. In hindsight, he probably should’ve checked the weather before leaving. Nevertheless, he takes off into the small wooded area that laid passed the road’s end. Dozens of mushrooms dotted the muddy ground and mossy rocks clouded his peripheral vision. The rain begins to lighten as he spots a bright orange tiger lily peeking through the remains of a tree stump. He sprints over to it.

The tiger lily is bloomed and beautiful and Peter can’t tear his eyes away from the wide array of speckles and splotches and color. It’s pristine, but some of the petals are torn or wilting. The roots stretch into the stump below it, and Peter leans closer. The stump is old and worn, fungi and bugs eat away at the base next to a large hole where a family of worms reside. The stump is ugly, sure, but it’s useful. It helps keep the bugs fed and keeps the worms warm. There’s a metaphor here somewhere, but Peter is too distracted to find it. 

He gently picks the flower and spins on his heel, taking off once again. The rain makes it harder to run, but it’ll take a lot more than water to stop Peter. By the time Peter gets back to Xavier’s the flower is a little crushed, but it’s still somewhat pristine. 

He has the flower, he has the apology, and now all he needs is courage. Thankfully, that courage comes quickly as he instinctively knocks on your bedroom door. He probably should’ve stopped to collect himself, but he was riding a wave of adrenaline that wouldn’t come back. 

“Go away, Jean,” You called from inside. You sounded tired, and it made Peter sad. 

“It’s-- uh-- it’s not Jean,” Peter can hear your hesitant footsteps approaching the door, and suddenly the courage he managed to build up drained. His hands are shaking by the time you open the door. You look up at him, and Peter looks back at you, and suddenly everything is much harder to do. He looks down at his feet. 

“Hi.” Your voice is hoarse, but clear. 

“Hi.” Peter’s voice is uneven and quiet. You stand there in silence for a minute before Peter pipes up again.

“So, uh, you’re probably still mad at me and I get that, but I just want you to hear me out. I-If that’s okay,” You nod slowly, and Peter takes a deep breath. He thinks about the written apology that sat in his coat pocket, and he makes the last-minute decision to forget about it. He’ll speak from the heart, or, whatever people in rom-coms do. 

“I’m sorry. It was really shitty of me to get angry at you because you were worried about me-- although, I guess shitty is an understatement. Everything that I said about, yknow, not wanting you or Charles or anyone else around anymore wasn’t true. I need you guys, and I love you guys and it was unfair of me to push you away. Solitude really sucks. I guess I’m just not very good at navigating relationships,” He exhales, and his chest shudders. “I understand if you don’t want to be with me anymore, I just thought I should make it clear how I feel.” It’s only then that he remembers about the tiger lily in his hand. “Oh, and this is for you.”

“A tiger lily?” you smiled softly. “These are my favorite-- how did you know?”

“I’m just observant, I guess. You usually draw them when you’re bored, I figured you’d like to see one in person,” You gently took the tiger lily in your hand. The silence that hung in the air was deafening, and Peter realized that was probably a bad sign. His chest drops just a bit, and he takes a small step backwards.

“I guess I should probably leave you alone--” Peter can’t get very far, because you immediately jump forward and wrap your arms around him. Eyes wide and heart pounding, you can feel Peter’s arms lock around your waist. 

“Thank you,” You whispered. “Please don’t go.” Peter was smiling so hard his cheeks ached, and a horrible weight had been lifted off his shoulders. The close-contact was refreshing; he didn’t realize how much he missed it until that moment. He was pretty sure he would never, ever let you go. Not again.

5.

To Peter Maximoff, physical affection has always been a touchy subject-- that is, until you came along. You proved to him that he deserved physical affection, that his mutation and his personality and weirdo quirks didn’t make him lesser or unlovable. Peter Maximoff deserved love, and you were the one who never failed to love him. 

You sat on a wooden chair in front of the fireplace, reading to the group of children sitting at your feet. The emotional lines of “Snow and Dirty Rain” fell from your lips, and with every turning syllable the small group would listen just a little bit closer. Peter did, too, desperately trying to hear every single word you said. Class was almost over, and once the students were dismissed you’d probably stop reading.

“I made this place for you. A place for you to love me. If this isn't a kingdom then I don't know what is,” Your eyes tore away from the page to look at the kids at your feet. They fell upon Peter, and a smile erupted on your face. 

Peter vaguely recalls the twisted idea of love that he held as a teenager. He thought love was a dragon to be defeated, a battle that could be won or lost. It’s clear now that love is the opposite-- it isn’t a fight or a battle or a thing to be conquered. It’s more like a flower; it needs to be cherished and cared for in order to grow. Sometimes the flower wilts and dies, and that’s natural, but sometimes the flower lasts for a lifetime. 

Love wasn’t a dragon or a knight, it didn’t have a hero or a villain; it was much more like a tiger lily and a tree stump.

[iamanartichoke]

All right - I’m serious, I don’t fucking know what to say. There is so much analysis to be done and I’ve got FEELS and my brain short-circuited. But, some reactions under the cut. Spoilers, obviously. 

[please blacklist spoiler tags: #loki tv series spoilers, #loki series spoilers, #loki spoilers]

*flailing* 

Well my first reaction is that - 

Okay. There was some cringe - mostly stuff that we already saw in the trailers. (Loki doesn’t say “crap,” btw. I think he says “bunk.” Which, okay.) I’m just kinda ignoring it. 

There were some genuinely funny lines and moments. Toward the latter half of the episode, there was a more subtle balance between serious and humorous and it flowed together well. 

Re: Loki’s powers - I actually really like how they handled it here. The narrative made fun of him when he tried to use his powers, but idk, I didn’t find anything wrong with it. It was amusing and the joke was not “har har Loki is weakling,” it was “har har Loki thinks he can use his powers here,” which was more funny and ic for me. Also, Loki slamming his fists down and saying DAMN IT WHY WON’T IT WORK sent me. 

That said, they did a good job showing that even a “declawed” Loki, powers-wise, was still formidable in the sense that he fell back on his wits and gave them a run for their money. Plus him getting one over on Jailer Time Lady was *chef’s kiss* 

I’m intrigued by the storyline and general plot. 

Okay, what broke my brain (and my heart) was everything between Loki and Mobius. Mobius kept dragging Loki in all the most hurtful ways we’ve all meta’ed about endlessly, and I couldn’t figure out if he was trying to goad Loki or if he actually believed what he was saying. Idk, I can’t get a firm read on Mobius at this point, although I kinda hate him a little. He preyed on all of Loki’s most vulnerable doubts and insecurities - rude. 

Most importantly - 

LOKI CRYING. Loki cried a lot. My emotional whumpy needs were met. Mobius fucking showed him Frigga’s death, and then Loki watched his own death (which they showed somewhat graphically but I really liked how we got to see Loki’s reaction as the snap of his neck occurred off-screen, like, well done and also fuck my life), and the way he stood there, laughing and crying as the realization of his wasted life - and how it ends - sunk in was just, god, my heart. 

Mobius’s interrogation revolving around forcing Loki to admit whether or not he likes hurting people and causing death and destruction was good. I also liked how, when Loki was threatening Casey, you could tell that he didn’t intend to kill Casey at all but it wasn’t done in a mocking, like, “pfft okay Loki” way, it was more like a “okay, we all know you have no intention of actually gutting Casey like a fish bc you clearly don’t enjoy hurting people and we’re establishing that right off the bat” and, yknow, that works for me. 

I’m probably forgetting things. I will have to rewatch and analyze much more closely. I anticipate many metas (sorry in advance). But, I mean, my overall reaction? There wasn’t really anything that I disliked enough to make an impression. Just the cringey humor parts and the times where Loki’s reactions felt exaggerated but, I mean, it was easy enough to overlook. I certainly didn’t get the impression that Loki was being portrayed as “clownish” or too zany, despite the trailers. Loki had a ton of really good lines; I feel like we got a solid glimpse into what’s going on in Loki’s head but there’s obviously so much more going on beneath the surface. 

And also, Loki’s mannerisms deserve mentioning! Nothing special but just, he had so many facial expressions and gestures and things that, thus far, have only existed in my imagination when reading/writing fic. He pushed his hands through his hair at one point, even. I realize I’m probably the only one lame enough to care about things like that, but I just loved watching the way Loki spoke and moved and reacted. It all felt very natural. 

ALSO. LOKI BEING D.B. COOPER BC HE LOST A BET TO THOR. LMAO. I CANNOT. 

... Imma just leave it there for now. I give this episode, upon first viewing and first reactions, a B-. More meta to follow, etc. 

[heyhellohowdy]

ya lol work was horrible yesterday. for those who dont know, i work at starbucks im a shift lead. we were under staffed and customers just kept coming in, i got a call from one of my coworkers, his apartment complex got set on fire and he wouldnt be let back in for like a month so he was travelling far to stay with his closest family. i wanted to tell the other leads about it on the group chat but i just didnt have the time with all the customers. then someone from the bank came to exchange money (this happens pretty regularly) and i was like oh great, cus its just another task i need to get done. i go over and try to open up the safe, i see the display isnt on. and im like... wtf. the guy from the bank is like, ah nah theres usually a panel on the other side you gotta look at to get the power back on. and im like uhh ok ig. the safe is under the registers so i walk around the other side and bend down next to this couple taking an order. there was a piece of wood that kinda stuck out so i tried wiggling it and it fell off (heavier and longer than i thought it was) and i saw wires n shit and i was like ok this is it? and then i realized the wood landed on the ladys foot who was taking her order and i was like “i am so sorry, i didnt know that was gonna happen” and lifted it off and then i set the panel aside to figure out the safe and then i hear her husband like “you really hurt my wife” and i looked up and she was crying and i was like “sorry i didnt mean to do that” cus in my head i was like... theres nothing to do about it yknow like im sorry it happened but it already happened.... and then they left so i focused on the safe. the bank guy finally came around to help but we couldnt figure it out and basically our safe is broken, but later the husband called the store asking for the store managers email (we dont have a store manager atm so that was a hurdle) but he said smth like “we’re on our way to the hospital now. i just think when a worker hurts someone they should show more care” and he was very level-headed about it and i was like damn :/ cus i dont want to be an uncaring person! or even be perceived as uncaring!!! and ive been thinking about what i could’ve done differently to show remorse, like.. i couldve gotten up to help her sit down and offer her a cup of water or some ice and ive just been feeling bad about it. cus like, i acted the way i did because i was under a lot of stress but i dont want to become so stressed i ignore others. ever! i just wish the couple knew that im genuinely sorry she got hurt

tldr; i sent someone to the hospital cus they pissed me off and we fought

[unhealthyfanobsession]

Master Post of things I wanted to post while reading ACOSF- mostly humour/ crack lol (Spoilers... Duh...)

First, general opinion: I liked the book generally. I knew it would be very Feysand friendly and I was prepared for that. Not my first choice but I get it. I really had to take a few hours off with the whole hiking scene. That really fucked with me to see Cassian so pissed and militant despite already knowing where Nesta was coming from and how betrayed she felt (ESPECIALLY once I learned that he had guessed they were mates already). I know that self loathing was a major theme but I do think it was laid on a little too thick for too long. I also think there was so much Nessian interaction when things were angsty and then when they were happy I was just WAITING for that full chapter of soft happiness and I feel like a lot of that got lost to Nesta’s relationship with her sister. Above everything though I gotta say that it BREAKS MY HEART that Cassian never actUlly says I love you to Nesta at any point in the book. I know it’s meant to be that he’s always loved her and it’s his actions that show it etc etc but it’s still kind of a blow for him to never say it... never even outright think it in his own perspective (go back and look the closest he gets is saying he’s acting like a lovesick puppy. We only get to see Cassian loving Nesta from her perspective as she realizes it which I get and is beautiful but maybe ONE DECLERATION THANKS). Anyway, I am hoping that opportunity arises in future books. Although.... I don’t think I will read the future books. Maybe I will, but honestly this was just SO MUCH. Like... I think there was too much in the book. Each of these quests could have been its own book and I was happy to keep going because I’m obsessed with Nesta, but I just don’t think I’d be interested enough in the other characters to read something so convoluted again (like I’m sorry the blood rite started with basically 100 pages left that is WILD). It was also so clear that so much of this book was setup for future books and that’s fine but it was kinda messy just being honest. ANYWAY onto more specific thoughts/ jokes:

Chapter 2:

Cassian: I just hope that Nesta knows we are doing this for her benefit, because we care.

Feyre: I don’t care this shit ends now. I’m burning your apartment to the ground.

Also Cassian: *Let’s Nesta fall down a flight of stairs*; *calls Nesta pathetic every day*; *tells Nesta everyone hates her*; *walks around slamming doors all pissy as if he’s the one being held captive*

Chapter 11:

Nesta:Rhysand is an asshole

Me:

Cassian: well everyone fucking hates you

Me:

The way that Cassian thinks about Russet Potato is just straight up not healthy. Like I get looking up to a sibling or whatever but I’m starting to think that Rhys is Cassian’s one true love. Cassian being THAT blind to every one of Rhysand’s flaws is a character flaw of his own. Even Feyre isn’t THAT blind.

Chapter 11 Pt 2:

Nesta from day one: I’m not training in that camp. I hate that camp. I’m not training there. Fuck that camp

Cassian: this is because you hate me, isn’t it?

Me:

Like I’m sorry did we really need Feyre to show up to help him crack that code???

Chapter 10 (and beyond):

My OTP? Nesta and the House of Wind.

It’s a solid enemies to lovers story (chapter 6 she says even the house hates her then later it’s her only friend and ally. Great love story.)

It reveals its heart to her before Cassian does

It knows what she needs

Gave her water on the steps instead of watching her fall down them

Pushes Nesta gently by keeping the fire so Cassian can see that she is afraid and haunted instead of empty and broken. Encourages her to go to dinner with people by barring the library but doesn’t FORCE her to go. The house does not judge her.

Spoils her and is silly with her while she has her sleepover.

Takes an active interest in something important to her and shares one of her hobbies

Side note- this book even has me pissed at the IC about how they treated a damn house!! Like how dare they say no one likes going there! How dare they be so rude to my new #1 favorite book character??? The house just wants to give you cake and books and run you a bath. Perfect partner IMO.

Chapter 17:

Me when Cassian does the bare fucking minimum and tells Rhys to calm the fuck down and stop threatening to kill Nesta:

Chapter 21:

When Rhys said that Nesta always has a choice here I said, out loud, “that’s fucking rich rice ball”. My dog looked up. That’s all.

Chapter 21 (and beyond) pt 2:

Prythian: mating bonds are very rare

Archeron sisters: survey says that was a lie

Prythian: fae fertility is very difficult. Conceiving can take decades

Archeron sisters: survey says that too was a lie

Prythian: No High Fae can survive the birth of an Illyrian winged baby

Archeron sisters: once again, the survey is not on your side here

Chapter 42:

Rhys: this is a bad idea

Cassian: that should be written on the Night Court’s crest

Me, wine glass raised to mouth, scoff more bitter than necessary: yeah it Fucken should”

Chapter 42 pt 2:

Yknow I was genuinely shocked by one thing in ACOSF. I was shocked that Rhysand and I agree on something.

He absolutely fucking shouldn’t be High King.

The mere SUGGESTION that Nesta’s power and fight and trauma and depression and war and entire FUCKING STORY has all been so that Rice cake and French fry can be a high king and queen literally set my blood BOILING at exactly the point in the book that I was starting to VIBE

Side note- Can we please just Fucken stop with the stars blinking in and out of existence in Rhys’ eyes. Like calm down. Rice pilaf has purple night eyes we get it. Just like... simmer please.

Chapter 46:

I GET that it shouldn’t have come out like that and that Nesta’s reasons weren’t right, but get ABSOLUTELY FUCKED RHYSAND for thinking that it is your right to HIDE THE DANGERS OF LABOUR FROM A WOMAN WHO DOES NOT KNOW YOUR SPECIES!!! This had me truly wildin and I think it was a disservice to Feyre’s character too that she didnt lose it more.

Chapter 55 (and earlier):

Cassian: *bows to death as Nesta emerges from the black depths on a throne to rule her undead armies*

Cassian: *watches bleeding as Nesta plucks the harp and wields her Made sword of death to murder Lanthys and claim the ability to stop time itself*

Nesta: So, now I go after the crown

Cassian:

Chapter 57 (and earlier):

Kelpie: You shall be my bride before you are my meal

Helion: *rides enchanted horse up to shoot his second shot with Nesta*

Lanthys: Tries to seduce Nesta into being his Queen even as he attempts to kill her

Eris: I’ll give you anything in exchange for Nesta as my bride

Cassian watching every male being in the universe trying to get with his mate:

Chapter 60:

Emerie: we’re not entering the blood rite, are we?

Cassian: Only if you want to

Brialynn:

Chapter 80:

Nesta: *Saves Cassian’s life in the war*

Rhys: I still hate you and will never forgive you for what you did in not hunting as a child.

Nesta: saves Feyre and Nyx

Rhys: I bow before no one and nothing but my crown and now I shall fall to my knees before you oh mighty saviour queen of all

Side note- can someone please compile a list of all the things that Nesta Archeron had done/retrieved/gone through for the Nigh Court because that shit is astronomical at this point and I really need everyone to start sipping their Respect Nesta Archeron Juice RIGHT FUCKING NOW!!!

Anyway I’m emotionally wrecked but shoutout to anyone who made it this far into my ramblings!